What is it in my brain
That makes me wonna see you
Today
And every day of days
I can imagine living?
What do you call
The nasty feeling of misery
When phone keeps silent?
Is it attractive to be far away
And give no chance to hear
The distant whisper of your voice?
For me it seems to be the case.
I'm desparete by choice
And chased.
Desperados
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